Sables

The wild immortals line the horizon, the heat is deliciously overwhelming and the sand is burning hot. It is the smell... Voir plus

The wild immortals line the horizon, the heat is deliciously overwhelming and the sand is burning hot. It is the smell of an intoxicating summer, of a blazing sun under which one abandons oneself, or during a nap by the sea. Annick Goutal composed Sables for the pleasure of remembering this moment of happiness spent in Corsica with her husband.
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